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Forty-One: never staying over again

Isabella's POV

My mind was coming out of a dream but when I slowly opened my eyes, I realized my dream wasn't just a dream but mere reality. Here I was, my face snuggled against a warm chest and two strong arms wrapped around my body and there was nowhere I'd rather be. The memories of last night's events made me melt and swoon against his touch. I looked up, letting my eyes explore Lukas's face. He looked so peaceful and calm, his hair messily hanging down his forehead, his breathing soft and slow while a ray of morning sun made his face glisten, the bruise on his cheekbone from getting into that fight at the party, already a greenish golden shade.

Our lips were just inches away from each other, the curve of his upper lip too perfect not to kiss. I didn't want to wake him up, but I couldn't resist. I pouted until our lips softly touched and as addicted as it was, I kissed him again until I felt his lips curve into a smile and when his hand reached up to cup my face I had to admit to myself that this was the best morning ever.

Without saying a word his leaned in to kiss me, more passionately than my sweet kisses and I completely let him take control. His arms flexed, wrapping around me with force to pull me on top of him, while his lips traveled down to my neck which send shivers down my spine.

"Good morning to you." He whispered against my lips while pushing my wild hair out of my face, a smile lighting up his.

"Good morning to the two of you." I giggled and pulled my brows up at him, when I felt his morning excitement poking against my leg.

"it's a morning thing and the fact you're in my bed, practically naked, isn't helping very much." He chuckled, his hand traveling underneath my, well his, T-shirt to caress my bare back, drawing small figures.

"Well, then I better get dressed." I joked trying to get up, really joked because if it was up to me, I would lie in bed with him like this the entire day.

"You're not going anywhere Bells." He whispered while trying to hold me in his arms.

"That's what you think." I laughed, my tiny fingers digging into his ribs and tickling the hell out of him until Lukas started to burst out in laughter. "Ticklish much?" I giggled while I kept going at him until he swung me over on my back, pinning my hands down against the mattress. His grey eyes glared down over me as he lowered his naked self between my legs. The ray of morning sunlight revealed something in his eyes I hadn't noticed before. Golden specs lit up his eyes, making them near to perfection. Not near Isabella, completely perfect.

He had me under his control, my hands unable to move and his gaze traveling up from my stomach, over my breast to my lips until his eyes met mine. I tried to wiggle my hand away, not for the sake of wiggling free but to push my fingers through his messy hair. I didn't succeed as his hand firmly held on to mine, leaving me nowhere to go. Both of us lost the ability to speak, the tension between us indescribable. I pushed my hips up to get his attention, pushing him against me. Like it was his cue to move he leaned in to put his lips on mine, literally taking my breath away when his tongue slid over my bottom lip, making me want to relive yesterday's events.

When our kiss became more passionate, I felt the wetness between my legs build up and if he wasn't going to make a move soon, I was going to explode. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling his excitement against me causing him to break our kiss and gasp. "You can't get enough, can you?" He chuckled before letting his lips linger on the crook of my neck.

"Last night was too amazing to be a one-time thing." I giggled, while he cocked his head to the side, looking at something on his nightstand.

"Did you really think that you were going to be a one-night stand?" He whispered, his voice a bit hoarse while he frowned his brows at me.